hello internet life

burp.

oh hi there just a quickie to say hi and i’ll be right back. going through two day’s worth of photos. i feel as though i never have time to myself and i’m always saying that or insinuating it to whomever and they’re like um i see you like never. everyone is just melding into one person to me these days so i’m all oh, right, well, sorry. i still won’t sleep with you though. ha ha ha ha err…

bought some amazing honey with comb in it. can you consume the wax part? it’s totally wax. kinda interesting kinda ew what is this in my mouth?

my period is taking forever. it’s so strange, i guess it’s my iud and i am so sick of talking about it. mostly i just hate my body right now because of it and i’m just waiting to be all flushed out and skinny as a whip again. if i’m not body happy then i’m nothing happy. i weighed myself at my dad’s, huge mistake.

i have to work in these dance heels and see if i can conceivably dance in them. i wish i could just wear my wedge mary janes but chesty hates them. i can black out dance in them no problem.

putting band-aids on my feet the second i hit publish and going to dry my laundry wearing these and thermal pants. hot look. very parkdale. the men in the store on rocessvailles were all up in my space and i’m like look dudes i need to try out some moves so step back. then i did some kicks and twirls and steps and crap i’m pretty sure they thought i was a stripper.

clem’s birthday gongfest. he needs to work on his aim. i think he does it on purpose actually, everyone just gets covered in sticky booze.

rob and i got ripped last nite, respectively so. no hangover. we had a dance and tunes party. the guy lives right around the corner. we barfly together when we can. building a community of sorts in the hood. finally met al his good friend who lives right across the street from us (email me!) and who also knows everybody in parkdale.

why won’t facebook let me change my bloody profile picture? i’m pretty irritable today, everything’s fine, i tidied up, sorted out some stuff, whatever happy enough doin’ my thing and then that little hiccup put me over the edge. stupid.

sliced up some strawberries, will put honey over them and bananas and special k five grain whatever cereal and yogurt. i like omega 3 better but it’s good for a change. if i eat the same thing everyday i get depressed. speaking of, i am so eating my feelings lately. i am a machine. i guess if you want to consume all the time you’re filling some void or another, trying to, that, or metabolism is out of control.

i bike i burlesque i walk i bartend and serve i am always moving and i have at least 3 caffeinated beverages daily. typically more. i smoke weed so there’s those munchies.

yesterday i drank my easy milkshake in a minute and the thing was about the size of a movie theatre pop and i got them to put espresso in it. i have before and after pictures of course. i chose grilled tomatoes and poached eggs to balance it out lightly. i find the more strange the meal, the more fulfilled i am and the more fulfilled, the less needy, the less searching for satiation which is absolute bullshit cos i don’t think i’ll be done searching until i am dead.

here’s everything i put inside me yesterday:

coffee
massive milkshake
2 poached eggs
3 grilled tomatoes
some more coffee
rum ball
coffee
rum pineapple drink
polish tallboy
green tea
pound of wings
white wine/orange
1/3 bottle of red wine (would of had more if rob wasn’t such an irish beast)
olive cheese red pepper smoked salmon plate

ok that was boring sorry i’ll try not to do that all the time. essentially right now eating is my boyfriend, it’s what i think about a lot. i eat so many bananas i think i have to tone it down. it’s great for being regular and all but just now something painful happened so i better relax.

how do you like the parkdale no frills, a little bit of an experience that yeah? haha. harry’s diner is great though. i love me a good scene. old men drinking at like 2 in the afternoon. i’m none to judge as i periodically wake ‘n bake.

ok i’ll stop talking now byeeee.

i wore this shirt the last time i went there. i have a habit now of wearing certain shirts (outfits) months later to the same place. everyone for sure totally remembers.

ps. this weather is bullshit.

who IS coming to this business on sunday night? NOT LIKE IT’S IMPORTANT TO ME OR ANYTHING! $5 off if you say you’re with raymi aka lida hosen. Beauty School